Sheng Youxia had just descended on her own.
To her surprise, Fu Shilv remained seated on the sofa without moving.
Mrs. Feng didn't bother with him either. She wasn't on his payroll, so she thought, 'do whatever you like'.
She was about to get on with some chores when Fu Shilv stopped her. "Mrs. Feng."
She was still quite measured in her response, saying softly, "Mr. Fu, if there's anything you need, just tell me."
"Do you have a problem with me?"
Was that even a question?
Mrs. Feng, smirked without hiding her disdain, and didn't beat around the bush, "Mr. Fu, aren't you living well now? My lady divorced you; are you unhappy? What about Miss Liang? That day my lady fled Xi Zi Bay in such a sorry state, and now she is reborn."
Fu Shilv's face tightened. Normally, he couldn't stand this kind of sarcasm.
"I might as well tell you the truth, I want Xiaxia to come back. Mom just got back, and she isn't in good health. Please don't talk nonsense in front of her."